At that exact moment Pat O'Sullivan Pinkerton had built up the most ferocious anger of his entire life. He wound up like a windmill and started underhanding beanbags at Jim Finger as hard as he could.
One-Point-Two-Five, talking aloud to himself, stopped everything. He blocked the first beanbag with his body, quickly freezing it to his chest with his gloved hand. He stopped a low one with a half split, smothering it on the floor when it bounced out before him. He followed every move Pat made, keeping an eye on the beanbag, When Jim sidestepped or sideglided across the mouth of the goal, he shifted his stick instantly to have a quick hand free to cover the portion of the goal left open.
"Watch him, Jim Baby, watch that position," Jim Finger said aloud to himself, keeping up the steady chatter. "Don't lose it, Baby, he's fat but he's fast; he's dumb but he's dangerous; great stop, Jimbo Baby; great hands, great movement. Let that one go, Jimbo," he said of a poor throw. "He's mad and he's bad; can't even hit the cage. He's a child and he's wild. He's sneakin' up on you, Jimbo Baby. Position; eyes! He's up close; watch 'im, Jimbo, stick check!"
Pat O'Sullivan Pinkerton let out a howl.
From way up close he'd tried to fling one into a low corner. Just as the beanbag left his hand, Jim Finger batted it with his goalie stick, sending it off to one side of the room, and also batting four of Pat's fat fingers, including the thumb.
"Sorry about that, Porko," Jim Finger said.
Pat's face was a map of pain. He was shaking, wringing and twisting. Nothing seemed to help.
Jim Finger went to his dresser, opened the top drawer and pulled out a box with a bright Confederate flag on its top. "Here, Fats Baby, my old Uncle Mint Julep airmailed me this as a goodby present. It's two whole pounds of genuine rich pralines imported from the heart of the Southland." He put his huge gloved hand on his heart and sang:
New Orleans, land o' dreams,
You'll never know how nice it seems
Or just how much it really means...
"You all take 'em, Popbutton Baby. Go hide behind some bush and gorge yourself."